Wishing Well

Be Careful What You Wish For
I used to feel
So Overlooked
The great unknown
I felt Forsook

Then I saw
The 27 Club
Ex Famous people
The Ultimate Snub

It seems so strange
To have it all
Which then began
Their great downfall

These famous people
In their prime
Self made prison
Doing time

I'm glad I've had
Enough Recognition
You can drown
In the well you're wishing

The Minds Eye

The Eye has a better lens than a camera
It's fantastic
What we humans see
When our eyes are open
Internally

The Internal
Affects the External
When our eyes are open
Autumnal or Vernal

The External
Influences our brain
Bringing pleasure
Or pain

Autumn's paradox
Such color in death
Vernal is green
A baby's first breath

Images beget moods
Color the minds eye
Accentuate the positive
Or scare us deep inside

Take the moon
You'll either sing
Clair de Lune
Or songs filled with doom

You get to choose
Decide what you see
Darkness and sadness or
Light and Beauty

Radio Ghost Train

My second song with Cello.

All aboard
The Ghost Train Special
Pulling out of Station Zero
Morse Code Tapping
Pistons Rapping
Guess it's time for us to go

Destination
Is the future
We will get there when we do
Morse Code Tapping
Pistons Slapping
The night air is cool

Band aboard
This Haunted Train
Playing sad songs from the past
Morse Code Tapping
Pistons Rattling
Through a tunnel in the mountain pass

There's no light
At the end of the tunnel
Or in this long dark shaft
Morse Code Tapping
Pistons Cracking
A loud ghosts shrieking laugh



The Curious Demise of Bob Ghoul

Bob Ghoul
Had a young wife
Used Strychnine
To try to take her life

In his haste
His own cup he laced
He caught it too late
His own life he did take

Tis advice for you
Karma is the rule
Do unto others
Or end up a ghoul

R.I.P. Radio

Video Killed The Radio Star and The Internet Disposed of the Body

The movie “Contact” was both good – and bad, but most of it was good. I especially liked the opening scene where Radio and TV signals were travelling out into outer space – to be heard by aliens I suppose. They were from every decade since radio was invented – but more so commercial radio.

When I was a kid there still was music even on AM radio, but FM was where the cool kids hung out. AM had local news and I remember listening to WHO from Des Moines and “The Farm Report” and WSM and The Grande Ol’ Opry. FM had “album rock” which was great.

I know FM was still good through the 80’s, but with syndication, talk radio and then even MTV switching to “reality shows”, that was it. Radio, and even TV as we knew it was strangled and left for dead. I think in the 90’s.

Luckily, College and some PBS stations kept a very thin candle burning.

From 2001 – 2016 I relived what was the absolute last gasp of my personal radio romance. It was fun and I’m so thankful I squeezed every last drop out of my Ham Radio hobby.

YouTube and Satellite Radio is excellent for finding new music and internet “radio” has way more selection than AM or FM, but there was that indescribable “charm”.

Anyway, tomorrow – or Sunday – I have another photo shoot lined up – the third in the 666 series. The theme is a Halloween inspired theme, where the spooky headstone is for Radio.

Death Whistle Express

Aztec Monkey Death Whistle

I came across a video explaining and blowing an Aztec Death Whistle. If you want a Halloween Fright, there it is. It’s amazing. Search for it on YouTube.

Today’s song was written with the three trees I planted a few years back in my mind’s eye – and this year they have the best fall colors yet. Gorgeous.

I’m a sucker for fall colors – so much so, I subscribe to the Maine Foliage Report, which is sent via email starting September 15th and goes through part or all of October.

Fall colors are super in New England, but they only last 6 weeks max. Here we don’t have the overwhelming color, but what we do have lasts until Christmas. If you like pockets of awesome stretched out for months, Lamorinda is a great place.

The temperature was only 70 today. Just a perfect day. I see up in far Northern California and Oregon they expect an early Fall storm with (hopefully) a good soaking.

I can’t wait for the rain.

Halloween 666 Series #2: Lenore

Lenore on KAW Radio

Todays Imaginary Puppet Theatre’s (IPT) Show is an adaptation of Edgar Alan Poe’s “The Raven” – but it concentrates on his wife who died at age 24 of tuberculosis – (which is what his Mother also died of when he was only 2 years old). He references his wife using many different names throughout his work. It seems to have been a factor in driving him mad – leading to a very sad ending to his life. Its amazing he even lasted until he was 40. Many famous Rock stars seem to have made it only to age 27 . . . .

The song is a funeral dirge – since Poe wrote many stories and stories about the loss of his young wife.

Chet Up in the Nosebleed Seats
The Raven, Himself
Lenore’s Accompanist, Sabrina, with Friend
Lenore, The Love of His Life
The Face That Launched a Thousand Chips
Singing That Torch Song
The Sultry Lenore
The Daily Double – Homage to Edgar Alan Poe and Man Ray
Happy accidents happened this weekend – I am Quite Pleased with this Assemblage piece

You might now have figured out that my “Modus Operandi” is that the puppet theatre and everything in it is an Assemblage. And that then is a still life for my photography. Music just happens – sometimes they mesh, but to have a sound track seems to be a good thing, regardless of whether they mesh or not.

Until Next Imaginary Puppet Theatre Show – We Bid You Adieu and Bonne Chance

This is the Second in the 666 series – the second photo shoot and second song in 6 weeks . . .

Unhappy Acres

Happy Acres Looked Like Fort Knox. Unhappy Acres Looks Like Fort Apache of the Bronx

I realized that while the cemetery model looked cool from a certain perspective, it didn’t work for the photographic intentions that I have.

Today’s song was a blast. Fender Thin Telecaster, Gretsch Lap Steel, Piano and Bass. I thoroughly enjoyed playing every part.

Happy Acres

Welcome to Happy Acres

I got the haunted house painted black yesterday and also built the “Happy Acres” cemetery fence and gate built. I’ll use these for my next several photo shoots. I plan on having one for Autumn / Harvest Season, one for Halloween, and one for Thanksgiving. Then its Christmas and beyond.

Today’s song is meant to be a soundtrack to the cemetery, again, loosely in the Psychobilly vein – but maybe more like a gothic alt-Americana or Dead Country maybe. I had fun with three different Arturia V Collection 8 synth vst patches – using Piano, Solina and Buchla. I tried to create a “haunted music box” piano sound at the end of the song.

If you get tired of evil grifting politicians and greedy businessmen – just remember – there is a special place reserved for each and everyone of them at Happy Acres.

Welcome home
We've been waiting for you
You won't be alone
There's plenty to do

You can't live forever
You were mistaken
We're sure you'll love it
Right hand of satan

Its eerily quiet
Not even a peep
Your friends are buried here
Some are real creeps

We have politicians
And other such fools
Murderers, thieves, swindlers
Just like you

Evil pumpkins will guard
You'll never escape
You'll never go back
Make no mistake

Your place is reserved
In the pits of hell
Too late to repent
You na'er-do-well




Pick Your Poison!

In Life – You Get to Pick Your Own Poison

Today’s photo shoot is about choices we make in life – good or bad. We have a lot more control over what we do than we think – but sometimes its a windy path and a lot of hard work and patience – both seem to have withered with the advent of the Internet and its “always on” and “swipe left or right” instant gratification. At its worst – it encourages a dangerous “Groupthink” that can be downright deadly.

Witness the rise in Covid in Florida and other states (now leading the world) – and this shouldn’t even be happening – we have been blessed with having the vaccine since Spring. Other countries still don’t have it. I’ve been amazed at how people will give up their basic human instincts to stay alive based on something they read, saw or heard on the Internet. But also – how selfish some people are. If they contract a preventable disease that they could have prevented – fuck ’em, the planet needs fewer people. But they have relatives that probably wish they would have made better choices, and more importantly – these selfish bastards are preventing others from being able to go to the hospital – and causing undo stress on first line health care workers.

The Internet was NOT supposed to usher in American Idiocracy – but it has. Its most ironic that the Internet was conceived by people who thought it would make people smarter – not dumber.

Morbid, dark, American Gothic Humor is what keeps me sane regarding this situation . . . Watch the Mike Judge movie “Idiocracy” and also Google “The Church of The Subgenius”. You’ll thank me…

Balcony Bob With His “Friends”
The Nosebleed Seats
Kate and The Killers on KILL Radio
Kate is Scary Good
Make No Bones About it – Kate Can Really Knock ’em Out
Kate and Her Band
Fresh on Shore Leave, Captain Karl and His “Booty”
Jeb! – The Singing Candelabra. Was Once Owned by Liberace. True Story!
Slim is Enjoying Tonight’s Show